End: They Become A Trio

The sun was breaking over Metropolis as Lois Lane collapsed on the center of her bed, drenched in sweat, her pussy and jaw numb, fingers pruned. Every single part of herself smelled like cunt. She had never, in her entire life, been fucked like that.

Batgirl and Supergirl laid down on either side of the reporter, their red and yellow hair across her arms. The young women panted, as sticky and satisfied as Lois herself.

"That was...wow," Barbara said.

"So me," Kara said with a sweet smile.

"Thank you. Both of you," Lois managed. "For saving me and...everything after. Great Caesar's ghost, I wish we could be together every night..."

The reporter felt the heads turn...but she didn't see the eyes meet, across the rising and falling hills of her breasts. The nonverbal communication, the agreement...all she felt was two hands that slid down to her inner thighs.

"Do you want to?" The redhead said. "Be with us, I mean. Not just for a night. Would you like to be our girlfriend?"

Lois raised her head to stare down at the two women. Supergirl bit her lip, her fingers rubbing at the reporter's tired cunny.

"You...want us to be together? All three of us? Like, go on dates, and make love, and..." Lois said, as she wrapped her mind around the concept.

"All of that. Just the three of us. Exclusive. No sex with anyone else," Batgirl said.

"No, of course not," Lois Lane, who had always been a serial monogamist, understood that. "I...you know, I thought I'd need time to think about it, but I think...I love you both."

Two smiles greeted the reporter's words.

"And we love you."

Supergirl's fingers began to buzz. Batgirl's lips wrapped around Lois Lane's right breast, sucking on the small titty. The exhausted reporter groaned. She didn't know if she could possibly keep up with these two heroes...but dammit, she wanted to try.

"There are so many things we're going to do with you," Supergirl whispered as her buzzing fingers touched the reporter's clit. "Starting right now!"

Somewhere, in a Metropolis jail, Poison Ivy sat in a cell cut off from all sunlight. Her broken nose had been reset, the dark bruise on her jaw was blossoming into a beauty. She stared at the wall...and felt, beyond the concrete bricks, the deep roots of the pine trees outside the building.

"Damn you, Lois Lane," she whispered. "I will have my ****...on you and those super-cunts!"

Ivy would get her chance...but that is another story. For now, Lois Lane's night out had ended...and her new day, with her new girlfriends, was dawning.