End: They All Fuck Alexa Together

It started with a kiss.

Lois Lane slid her hand under Alexa's neck. The bald woman stiffened for a moment as Lois pressed her lips against hers. The reporter's free hand found Alexa's right breast and gave it a squeeze, felt the soft nipple stiffen in her palm. For a long moment, they stayed like that. Lois didn't press too hard. She let her tongue play with Alexa's. Felt the tension flow out of the bald woman's body.

Then, as Lois pushed a little deeper, she felt the balance of the bed shift a little. Supergirl and Power Girl had climbed on. The Kryptonians' hands slid up Alexa's legs. Explored the muscles, the supple skin. Lex Luthor's gender change had been more than just skin deep. Bones, muscles, reproductive tract—he was 100% female now. None of the old scars decorated his skin.

No. Not his. Not anymore. Her skin.

When Lois finally broke the kiss, a strand of her spit still hung between them. She looked into Alexa's green eyes. The former villain was blushing.

"It's too bad," Lois whispered. "You're beautiful as a woman."

The flush deepened...and then there were a pair of grunts behind them, and Lois and Alexa turned their eyes to the Kryptonians.

Both of the blondes had their hands between their legs. A look of odd consternation on their faces. Their nipples were hard and stiff, their skin flushed. Power Girl moaned aloud and bent almost double.

"S-something's...happening..." the busty blonde said.

Alexa swallowed hard.

"No...no, I was supposed to be the one that changed, I was supposed to be a man again, I'm not...I'm not supposed to be...a..." the bald woman stammered.

"Fertile," Supergirl said as something pushed out from between her fingers. Lois Lane gasped at the fully-formed cock that popped out of the slim, young heroine's pussy, swiftly followed by a pair of balls. The slim, almost elegant-looking prick was rigid and veiny.

"Cunt," Power Girl said with a moan as she straightened up...and Lois gasped at the bitchbreaker that had pushed its way out of the blonde's body. Not quite as long as Supergirl's, but twice as thick.

The two blonde dickgirls panted, their blue eyes glazed over, whole bodies flushed.

"Well, Lex," Lois Lane said with a gasp, as her pussy tingled in anticipation. "You wanted to get fucked..."

What do you do when two horny Kryptonian dickgirls want to breed you?

Whatever they want.

The mere human women went down beneath rigid cocks and soft breasts. Power Girl and Supergirl were like animals, totally overwhelmed by their Kryptonian instincts with a need to breed. Unable to differentiate friend from foe. Utterly intoxicated as they pushed their pricks into Lois and Alexa.

Over and over. Until the stars faded and the sky lightened. Until screams of pleasure had died down into whispered moans. The Kryptonians and their cocks seemed tireless, their seedsacks bottomless, their need almost insatiable—and despite a feeble attempt at protest, both Lois and Alexa were warm, wet, and willing.

Sometime near the end of the night, when Lois Lane had been cast aside so that Power Girl and Supergirl could squeeze both their cocks into Alexa's tight tunnel, Lois Lane met the eyes of Alexa Luthor. The genius flopped around like a wet rag, her intellect utterly useless against the impregnating power of two Kryptonian cocks...and the two blondes roared together as they came together, pumping one primal load into Alexa's body that must have overpowered whatever feeble resistance her cervix had left to offer.

Because the panting heroines slipped out of her, leaving Alexa to lay on the bed, their sperm, thick as jelly, slowly oozing out of her stretched and raw cunt-tunnel. Lois crawled over, a trail of superheroine sperm leaking from her own slit. She had no doubt that both of them were knocked up.

The reporter grinned down at Alexa.

"I think you better get used to being a woman, Lex," the reporter whispered. "Now...how about an interview?"

The exhausted billionaire stared up at Lois...but could not resist as the reporter lowered her lips to brush against Alexa's once again. Then the reporter slipped herself into the strap-on that the two heroines hadn't needed to use, and aimed the tip at the sperm-slick slit.

Which was how Lois Lane's night ended. She would, slowly but surely, get all the answers she sought from Alexa. The double **** of the Kryptonians had broken the bald woman's will as thoroughly as their seed had broken their her cervix, to impregnate any eggs shaken loose in the hours-long powerfuck, and Lois Lane's long, careful lovemaking would squeeze every secret from Alexa she'd ever had.

Lois Lane would have felt bad out it. Except that this was possibly the best night out she'd ever had.