End: Power Girl Has Come For Lois Lane's Pink Kryptonite Cunt

Power Girl strode forward tall...and erect. Her cock tented the front of her white unitard; her stiff nipples stretched her top, clearly visible. The closer she got, the more the pink light of Lois Lane's radioactive body seemed to be reflected in her eyes...and as she drew up close, the broad-shouldered, busty Kryptonian reached down to grope at her crotch, and the white cloth came away like damp paper to reveal a veiny prick longer and thicker than Supergirl's.

Supergirl laughed and shifted her hold on Lois—spread the Pink Kryptonite Woman's legs far apart, the bright pink pussy juice dripped over the Kryptonian's cock and hit the ground like molten magma, wisps of smoke billowed up from the tarmac as the street began to boil. Power Girl grinned madly as she grabbed her shaft and pressed it against the base of Supergirl's dick.

There were no words between them. Lois desperately grabbed at Power Girl to push the dickgirl away. She screamed and babbled that it wouldn't fit, that it was too big, too much...

It was as if they couldn't hear her. The reporter's strength was nothing compared to theirs. And her pussy....

The head of Power Girl's prick pressed against the already-stuffed entrance to her hole. Radioactive fluid flowed from the reporter's cunny like a faucet. Superhuman strength gradually applied more and more pressure...and the reporter's pussy stretched. Lois yelped. Screamed as it slowly gave way...but the reporter's new quasi-Kryptonian genetics wouldn't let her break.

The result was both more pleasurable and painful than the reporter could ever have conceived.

Millimeter by millimeter, then inch by inch, Power Girl **** her cock into the reporter's cunt...a bright glowing vaginal volcano that spewed forth liquid as Lois felt the taut orifice stretched unnaturally. The twin shafts squirmed against each other, and Lois Lane was nothing more than a toy to them, like a single onahole that both crammed their cocks into at once. Every second, Lois thought she could take no more...and then Power Girl slid in a little deeper, and a tightness filled her stomach, her abs ached, her hips creaked, toes curled...until at last Power Girl's fat tits crushed into the reporter's collarbone, and the glowing heat of Lois Lane's body caused the white uniform to smolder.

They moved together, the two Kryptonian dickgirls, with Lois Lane sandwiched between them. Crushed between their firm, muscled bodies. Power Girl's fat pillows burst free from her uniform and pressed against the reporter's face, while Supergirl's smaller breasts rubbed along Lois' shoulders. Lois groaned as Power Girl's hands reached around to grab Supergirl's ass, the better to control the flow of their thrusts.

Unable to escape, Lois Lane could only gasp as she felt her core temperature grow and grow, until her cunny felt like a furnace. The cocks thrust in and out, in and out, her labia quivered and strained as they were stretched to their maximum. Even the reporter's guts felt molten, ready to let go, and the reporter could see the pink veins glow beneath the skin of her sexual assailants as they absorbed ever more of the radiation Lois put out...until at last.

"Fuck that's tight!" Power Girl muttered. "You close yet?"

"Fixing to burst," Supergirl said. Her lips pressed into the reporter's neck, and sucked hard enough to bruise the skin. "Together?"

"On three," the other dickgirl huffed. "One..."

They lifted Lois up, legs in a perfect split, until only the tips of their cocks were embedded in her cunny.

"Two..."

Lois gave a wordless scream as they thrust her back down, hard. The full lengths of their shafts slammed into her at once, and without any control of her body Lois felt herself convulse and contract, her whole body shook and tightened, muscles screamed as bright silver stars burst before her lives, her conscious mind nearly shut down at the sensation of her cunt brought to the very brink of being broken.

"Three!"

Lois Lane's body glowed so bright, so hot, the twin loads of jizz that boiled into her gaping cunt actually felt cold for a moment. The sensation of those twin streams of Kryptonian cum emptying themselves into her set the reporter off on a chain reaction. Uncontrollably Lois shook and spasmed, foamed at the mouth, flopped about madly as they held her down and grunted, their twitching, throbbing cocks pumping rope after rope of super-jizz inside of her...and perhaps it was the multiple orgams, or perhaps it was that super-overload of potent sperm that slammed into her spasming, gulping uterus, but the reporter's body went from incandescent...

...to thermonuclear.

The pink kryptonite radiation pulse could be detected as far away as Central City. The associated electro-magnetic pulse wiped out every electronic device for a mile, though portions of the mad "combat" with the Pink Kryptonite Woman had already made it onto the web. Of Supergirl, Power Girl, and their "foe," there was only a molten crater in the middle of the street...

...so Lois Lane read in the newspaper the next morning.

She had awoken in Power Girl's apartment, apparently human once again, in a tub of half-molten ice. Supergirl was curled up on the couch, beneath her cape. Lois, self-consciously, had lifted up one corner of the red fabric...just far enough to confirm that yes, there was at least one side-effect of the pink kryptonite between the heroine's legs...and as she tip-toed bow-legged into the master bedroom, to find Power Girl sprawled out naked atop the sheets, her cock on display like a third leg, Lois sighed.

At least I'm not glowing anymore, she thought to herself as her pussy twinged.

Her cunny hurt. She stared down at the poor distressed pussy, somewhat upset to see how much more swollen and dark the labia were than before her night out...and hoped that they might go back to normal. With two fingers, the reporter carefully explored her now cavernous cunt...and noted with dismay the gobs of semen and glowing juices that oozed sluggishly from her pussy. The reporter shook her head, wondering if Power Girl had a douche...

...when suddenly she realized that Supergirl was no longer on the couch.

A lithe, naked body slammed into Lois and bore her towards the bed. The reporter barely thought to struggle as Power Girl stirred, flopped over...and her morning wood stared up at the reporter.

"Well, now that we've all had a nice nap," Supergirl said, her eyes still glowing pink. "How about round two?"

Lois Lane had not idea how long the effects of pink kryptonite lasted on Kryptonians...but she hoped that she would survive that long. Because right now, she wasn't thinking about the missing women, or Lex Luthor's strange experiments, or even of all the footage of her getting railed in the street that was even now being passed around the internet.

No, Lois Lane was focused entirely on how fucked she was...and how fucked she was going to be.