End: You Need To Have Sex Immediately

Lois Lane knew something was wrong when all of the doctors fled the room and behind the heavy leaded glass. She sat up, suddenly woozy...and notice that she was glowing brighter than before. Not only that, but she felt hot. Really hot. Every exposed flammable surface in the inspection room began to smoke.

"The Kryptonite radiation reaction in your body is spiraling out of control!" A doctor's voice screeched through a speaker. "You need something to regulate the reaction! Like a control rod in a nuclear plant!"

The radioactive reporter blinked, not sure what exactly that meant. To shove a boron dildo up her twat? She looked around for anything that could be useful, but the room was already filled with smoke as every combustible item swiftly burst into flames. Vents above kicked in as Lois began to cough, and then the sprinklers came on. The water sizzled against the reporter's glowing neon skin, and in moments the entire room had become a giant sauna.

Then a figure emerged through the cloud of smoke and steam and cinders. A golden head whose hair was tossed to and fro by the whirling vents. Her cape snapped, and Supergirl unclasped it...and then reached down and pulled up her shirt, to expose her small, pale breasts, the bright pink nipples stiff enough to cut glass. Without breaking stride, the Last Maid of Krypton undid her belt and tossed her skirt aside...and Lois Lane saw the very thick, very hard Kryptonian cock in all of its glory for the first time.

"This looks like a job for Supergirl!" The blonde announced without a single iota of irony.

Lois Lane blinked. Utterly unsure if this was real, or if the pink kryptonite radiation had melted her brain. As if someone else was doing it, Lois pivoted her body and spread her legs, welcoming and wide. Her cunt was so bright now that it was if the sun winked. With studied seriousness, Supergirl, naked except for her red boots, waded against the wash of heat and radiation that emanated from the reporter's pussy.

The reporter couldn't hear the cheers as the rigid erection made contact. Couldn't see the dials slowly drop away from danger levels as Supergirl's super-staff slid into her radiant cunny. Yet as Supergirl bottomed out inside of her, and that pole pressed deeper into Lois Lane's pussy than any prick had ever gone...the pink glow of her body dimmed a little and those soft blue eyes stared into Lois Lane's and the hard line of the mouth softened into an O of perfect wonder and contentment.

When Lois Lane could find her voice again, she asked the question.

"How long do we have to stay like this?"

From the half-melted speaker on the wall came a crackle: "Supergirl! It's imperative you create some friction with your, er, rod! Your Kryptonian cells will help absorb the k-rays, but you need to keep the blood flowing!"

Supergirl smiled shyly. "Anything else?"

"It might help if you could inject some coolant..." The speaker squawked.

Which sent both Lois and Kara giggling.; Whether or not the reporter's pussy was about to go thermonuclear, they couldn't help but think of what the "coolant" would be.

"Kara," Lois whispered, as she closed her legs around the dickgirl's back. "Make love to me. With everything you've got."

So they did. Lois Lane coached the young cocksmith through her first awkward thrusts. Squeezed and relaxed her pussy as they established an easy rhythm. Let her hands wander over Supergirl's firm, toned body. Just like the cheerleaders at university, the ones Lois had seen in the locker room but never been able to touch, with their svelte abs and hard muscles, the small breasts with the stiff suckable nipples, the round buttocks that seemed to fit right into the reporter's hands as she coaxed the blonde from another planet to fuck her harder, faster...until Lois lost all sense of being watched and monitored, and whispered urgently to her lover.

"Fucking ram it in!" Lois begged.

Suddenly, Supergirl's buttocks became a blur. The reporter held on to the blonde's shoulders for dear life as her lover's body flickered. The sensation in her radioactive cunt was almost beyond her powers to describe in words. Supergirl's cock seemed to rub every part of her pussy at once. Excite every nerve signal. The nearest Lois had ever come to such a sensation was when she had once drunkenly shoved an Hitachi wand into her pussy and turned it on full power—only this was more intense.

Deeper.Harder.Faster.

Lois Lane's eyes rolled up into her skull, and though she could not see it, the only part of her still aglow was a pink light that shone out through the skin just below her navel—and as Supergil arched her back and gave out a subsonic grunt that cracked the leaded glass the S.T.A.R. Labs scientists hid behind, that light was snuffed out like a candle doused by a firehose.

"Oh...Rao..." The blonde dickgirl moaned, her hair touseled and tossed by the frantic coupling. "That was so..."

"...you," Lois said beneath her, now apparently back to normal. The reporter reached down and rubbed her sore pussy, where Kara's cock was still embedded.

The speaker crackled again.

"Good news! According to our readings, the reaction has stabilized. You probably won't have to repeat the procedure for 24 hours!"

Lois and Kara both blinked and turned to look at the half-melted speaker.

"I, um," Kara swallowed. "I mean, if you're...if you want me to..."

"It's a date," the reporter said, with a slow smile...and a part of her wondered where on Earth she was going to get Kryptonian strength condoms. Because she had no doubt, a few more injections of "coolant" like that, and the Pink Kryptonite Woman might be in a very different sort of trouble.