No—Supergirl Takes The Lead

Supergirl drew Lois Lane in for a kiss. A deep, eager kiss, the young Kryptonian's tongue pressing gently but urgently inside of the reporter's mouth, Lois unable to resist the terrible strength of her tongue. The blonde's hands wandered down to cup and crush the reporter's ass, Supergirl's hands shaking with the effort of holding back her own desires.

"Lois," Supergirl breathed when she finally broke the kiss. "I'm not mad. To be honest, I think this makes it easier."

The raven-haired reporter struggled to catch her breath. "Easier...?"

"I came here...I came here to fuck you." Supergirl blurted. And with a show of strength, she tossed the reporter on the bed. Lois landed heavily, and bounced. The young woman going through her drawers, and pulled for the double-ended dildo.

"It's big, isn't it?" The blue eyes observed the fine details of the manufacture. Medical-grade silicone, a dull black in color, but not one of those long skinner tubes with a fake prick-head on each end. No this was one of those U-shaped jobs, where one woman mounted a plug up her pussy and the other end jutted forward like a real cock, so that you could properly plow a cunt with it. "You like the big ones, don't you?"

Supergirl looked like she approved. She laid one boot on the bed and hitched up her skirt, angling the plug toward her own recently-defiled pussy.

"That's...I mean you just...it'll hurt!" Lois told her.

But the face remained stoic as she carefully and calmly shoved the plug into her pussy, the six-inch long pseudo-phallus jutting out from her crotch. Lois didn't like the look in the heroine's eye...

"Spread your legs," Supergirl told her, climbing onto the bed.

Not wanting to upset the young woman, Lois laid down and obediently spread her thighs. Supergirl reached down and grabbed the reporter's calves, stretching the legs back...

"Ow!" Lois hissed as her knees hit her shoulders, suddenly glad for all the years of pilates and yoga. "Just...just take it slow, o—"

"No," Supergirl was breathing heavy now, angling her hips the tip of the black dildo swaying back and forth before finally pressing against the reporter's labia. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this. How many nights I've thought about you and Superman...fucking..."

Briefly, Lois wondered if there was such a thing as Kryptonian pon farr, or if this is just what happened when you had a sexually pent-up twenty-something with a body like a model and an unbreakeable hymen.

With a driving lunge, the young woman drove her hips forward. Lois Lane gasped at the sudden intrusion, the long black silicone spear driving deep inside her channel, until the blonde's bone hips slammed into her ass.

"You like it like that? Right slut?" The blonde was panting, trembling, staring down at Lois like she could see right through the skin and glimpse the tip of the black dildo almost graze the reporter's cervix. And Lois could tell that she was geting off on it.

I am so fucked, was all that Lois could think. But what she said was...

"Supergirl, p—"

"Call me Kara," the blonde whispered...and then the fucking began.