In The Shower

A part of Lois Lane couldn't believe she was doing this. It just seemed so weird. Supergirl wanted to pee on her. It was just so...bizarre, that she'd end up in this circumstance. Yet the more she thought about it, the less of a problem that Lois had with it. After all, pee was sterile. It washed off. No different than getting a pearl necklace, really.

"So," Lois said, as she stood naked in the shower. "How do you...want me?"

The shy blonde heroine was practically squirming.

"Could you...lay down? So I could sort of squat over your face?"

"...sure," Lois said with as easy a smile as she could muster.

Moving the bathmat up over the edge of the shower, Lois lay down with her head over the drain. Supergirl stepped over her, the athletic young body easily bending down, so that Lois Lane was staring up at that muscular ass, the little pink slit with just a hint of dried blood, the soft pucker of the asshole half-buried in her cheeks...she could see everything, and more than that, in the close confines of the shower she could hear Kara breathing harder, obviously nervous and excited...

"I hope you're not one of those who can't go when someone is watching you," Lois joked, hoping to diffuse the mood. "Because I'm really enjoying the view."

"Toilets don't talk," Supergirl said, and her ass descended lower, no humor in her voice at all.

Now Lois could smell the pussy as well as see it, and Kara's ass descended until the pussy was so close that the reporter could feel the heat coming off of it. The reporter was reminded of those squat toilets that were so common in Japan and Asia, and wondered what toilets on Krypton were like...

Then it started. First, just a warm dribble. Drip drip drip. It struck the bridge of the reporter's nose and rolled down her cheek like a tear. Supergirl adjusted, backed up...and Lois saw those big blue eyes, utterly serious and focused and absorbed. Lois opened her mouth, then remembered that Kara had told her not to talk...

The dribble became a stream. A pale golden stream of body-hot water that splashed against the reporter's upper lip, over her nostrils and nose. Lois closed her eyes at the last second as she felt it skitter across her eyebrow and forehead, and then Kara angled herself down better and now Lois could feel it in her mouth and she just...let it happen. Not swallowing, just letting her mouth fill up, trying not to taste it, letting it overflow her chin.

The worst part is, the reporter could feel the urge to swallow, even though she knew what it was. It was instinct, like in a pool. She could feel her salivary glands activate, mixing their fluids together, and her tongue moved in the pool of warm Kryptonian piss. Lois wondered how much Lex Luthor would pay just for that, and had to stifle a laugh. Her mouth closed for a moment, the unending stream spraying against her lips, and...