End: Lois Lane Cums First...And Second...And Third...

Lois Lane turned her head into the pillow and screamed as she went over the edge. Pussy and ass spasmed under the vibratory **** of the massive dildo in her ass, and the Daily Planet's greatest reporter felt herself lose it—lose all control whatsoever. Her voice was shrill and loud, her pussy squirted uncontrollably, muscles squeezed hard so that her whole body seemed to seize up and quiver, and waves of electric sparks ran up her spine to explode in her brain, so that her eyes rolled up in her head and silver stars dazzled her vision.

Except Supergirl didn't stop. She pulled the reporter's head out of the pillow. **** her tongue into the reporter's mouth. The reporter couldn't stop shaking. Couldn't stop as she felt her peak dip...and then start again, the anticipation building once again. Utterly uncontrollable. The stimulation was just too intense. Kara's constant pounding and vibration touched too much of Lois all at once. The reporter was utterly helpless, couldn't resist, couldn't beg her to stop, to give a chance to breathe, to calm down.

Very shortly, Lois Lane realized she had no control at all.

"I like it when you cum," Kara whispered. "It makes me so hot. I want to see you do it more..."

Lois Lane had orgasmed before. She'd felt the excitement, the exquisite build-up of tension, the sudden release, the languor of the afterglow that lasted for a while afterward. Cumming was a climax to lovemaking in more way than one; it was the punctuation, the finish of lovemaking, the great aspiration that Lois could reliably induce in herself, rarely with lovers.

Never in a chain. Never over and over. Until now, as the beautiful blonde reamed her ass and pressed her vibrating body against the reporter's, one super-speed finger sliding between Lois and the mattress so that it could touch the reporter's clit and send the merely human's brain into a place beyond conscious thought.

Climax crowded on climax, and trapped in the cycle Lois Lane could scarcely breathe. Tears streamed from her eyes. Her face, hot and flushed, twisted in a rictus of enforced ecstasy, and her pussy squirted spasmodically, so that as her ass burned from the constant ****, the reporter found herself lying in a spreading wet spot that threatened to soak clear through the mattress.

"One more," Kara whispered, her excitement palpable. Lois sobbed, had lost count. Her clit felt as if Supergirl had burned a fingerprint in it. The poor erect piece of meat was raw and sore, her muscles exhausted. The reporter wanted nothing more than to stop, to slip into a coma, to lie in a tub full of ice and watch the steam rise up from her burning cunt and ass.

Except the blonde wanted her to cum one more time. And Lois Lane couldn't stop her.

She shook in a rictus of mingled agony and pleasure as it started again. That chain reaction inside of her. Kara had flipped Lois onto her side, so that the Kryptonian could more easily press super-speed fingertips to the reporter's aching nips. A line of hickies bruised the reporter's neck and shoulders from hard kisses. If Lois Lane could have formed a coherent thought at that moment, she would have begged for ****.

Except **** did not come. Lois Lane did.

It was a big one. It was everything Lois Lane had left. Perhaps her brain broke in that moment as she bucked and heaved, a mere doll in the willowy blonde arms of Supergirl. All over her building, men woke with stiff pricks and women with wet slits as a yell of passion unleashed echoed through the halls and elevator shafts. The wail of a soul utterly lost, of a pussy and ass claimed forever more.

Consciousness faded from the reporter's brain as her scream of bliss became a mere mewl, then a whisper, the voice gone out of her, eyes closed, body completely limp. Supergirl kissed her limp lover and pulled Excalibur from the reporter's ass, to admire the gaping tunnel.

"Sex is so much fun," the blonde whispered. "I'm going to fuck you so hard tomorrow."

Lois Lane didn't hear. She would find herself, the next day, still nuzzled in Supergirl's arms, the little spoon, her body bruised but not broken, her will enslaved to the superior libido of the last Maid of Krypton.

That was how Lois Lane's night out came to a loud and messy end. Lois Lane never found what she had come for, in truth; never defeated the demon Blaze, never recovered the missing women. Those plots ticked on, to be addressed in some later adventure...but for now she lay helpless in her lover's arms, a **** to a pleasure beyond merely human endurance.