End: Lois Lane Presses Spoiler's Button Again

For a moment, the reporter hesitated. She was wrist-deep in the blonde superheroine's ass, her finger on the button. The massive vibration that emanated from deep within the depths of the caped crusader's colon rattled Lois Lane's fillings. Spoiler begged Lois to press it again...but Poison Ivy had told her not to.

Lois Lane blinked, dizzy, confused, rivulets of juice ran down her thighs, her pussy like a faucet. She had never been this wet, and her head swam as if she had slammed six shots of bourbon in a row. The redheaded villain staggered closer. Ivy weaved dangerously, obviously off-balance, cross-eyed, speech slurred and unintelligible.

Then Spoiler said something that broke through the calm.

"Please Miss Lane. I'm so close."

It was like an arrow that shot straight for the reporter's heart. Her stiff finger sprang forward and stabbed the button. For a moment, Ivy's eyes widened and she gave a wail that made every vine in the room reach for the pair.

Then Spoiler's ass exploded.

Lois Lane knew nothing about the effects of ultrasonics on plants, or Batman's last-ditch weapons designed to disable and defeat Poison Ivy. As the redhead collapsed, her brains temporarily scrabbled by Spoiler's last resort weapon, all Losi could see was the absolute blur that was the heroine's tight ass, which clamped around the reporter's wrist like a vise. Lois screamed as bone crushed against bone, and Spoiler screamed as, for the first time in her young life, she came from her ass.

As the reporter sank to the ground, her hand still trapped, the blonde turned and gave her a look of such utter fulfillment and devotion that Lois felt absurdly jealous.

Then the pain overwhelmed her.

"Anyway," Stephanie Brown said as she poured the coffee for Lois Lane. "That's why we want to get married."

The reporter's hand was wrapped in a cast. There were bags under her eyes, a few stray hairs out of place. She gave Batman a wan smile. Stephanie wore nothing except one of Lois Lane's shirts. It was dawn in Metropolis, and Lois hadn't slept a wink. Spoiler had handled all the clean up, had gotten Lois to the hospital, and had been busy fingering Lois to climax when Gotham's protector had knocked discreetly on the door of the balcony.

"And how do you feel about this, Lois?" Batman said, as he sipped his coffee.

"I mean, it'll be a lot of work. There's a lot to work out—her school, her heroics, where we're going to live. She's been a...a big help already..." Lois rubbed her thighs together. Wondered what she could say to make Batman go away so that her young lover could finish the job.

"Relationships are about more than just sex," Batman said with a sigh, as though he could read the reporter's mind. "Why don't you two try living together for a while? See if the emotion still holds after the stress of your night out is behind you."

Steph smiled happily. She hugged Lois from behind and kissed her neck.

"Don't worry, boss!" Spoiler said with a happy grin. "I'm going to take care of ALL of her sexual needs!"

The reporter smiled and carressed Stephanie's face with her good hand. In truth, she had no idea how this relationship was going to work out. She was only sure that she wanted Stephanie to finish getting her off...and she wanted to see that look again on the blonde's face, even if she had to destroy the young heroine's ass to do it.

Batman finished his coffee.

"Alright," he said, as he stood. "Good luck to you both. And remember to hydrate."