End: Power Girl Is Waiting For Her

The red cape snapped in the moonlight.

A voluptuous body was encased in a white leotard. Most heroines, Lois Lane knew, were skinny, built like supermodels with bolt-on tits. Power Girl was different. She was built like a bodybuilder. Broad, muscled shoulders, prominent thighs and biceps. Her breasts stood out on her chest, held up by some invisible bra or fabric support woven into her costume that made the big soft masses look even more prominent. A window cut in the costume revealed the blonde's generous cleavage...and the reporter didn't need to see an S-shield to get hard.

Power Girl's blue eyes widened as she saw the stiff prick.

"Wow!" the pink lips twisted into a confident smile. "What are you doing later?"

Lois Lane rushed forward, mad with lust. Power Girl side-stepped, her cape fluttered and flashed.

"Olé!" the heroine laughed.

The reporter spun, growled in frustration...and the next few minutes were the most embarrassing of her life. With single-minded determination, Lois Lane kept running around the roof, chasing Power Girl, her cock so stiff it hurt, and the blonde was too fast for Lois to even touch. At last, wearying of the game, Power Girl touched down on the roof...and allowed Lois to get close enough that the Kryptonian could grab her head and hold the reporter at arm's length.

"Fun's fun, Lois," Power Girl said. "But what's happened to you? Can you hear me?"

Lois Lane's violet eyes went wide. She whined with unfulfilled need. Her hands found her cock and she began to jerk it strenously.

"D-downstairs," Lois moaned, her eyes fixed on Power Girl's massive mammaries. "D-did sometihing to me...you smell so good...need...need to fuck you...mate...breed..."

Power Girl snorted. "Take a number. Okay, you're obviously not in control of yourself, so I'm going to..."

The reporter's eruption drew a choked cry from the depths of Lois Lane's diaphragm. Her hips jutted forward, her hands stroked the shaft, thumbs near the base of the glans, the better to aim it. The first white rope landed in Power Girl's open mouth. The blonde blinked, closed her lips, swallowed...Lois swore she saw her swallow...even as the second and third ropes were on their way toward the blonde's face.

Power Girl blinked. Her grip loosened, just a bit.

The reporter immediately closed the gap. Her arms hugged around Power Girl's torso. Her face buried itself in between those massive, warm tits. The cock throbbed as it slid between Power Girl's mighty thighs, the reporter still in mid-ejaculation, the wet cum rubbed against Power Girl's crotch and thighs.

The Kryptonian sighed.

"Okay, well, that works too."

Lois Lane's feet lost touch with the roof as Power Girl took flight. The dickgirl reporter held on for dear life as they went up, up and away...and Lois Lane had no idea where Power Girl was taking her, or whether this was part of Lex Luthor's plan. All she knew was that her night out had ended with her face buried between the mightiest tits in the world...and her cum ran down Power Girl's thighs.

"You're lucky you're cute," Power Girl said. "Now hang on..."

Lois did hang on. Straight on 'til morning.