Lois Fucks Supergirl Gently

Lois Lane slid her hands down to rub Supergirl's ass. The blonde was impaled on her cock, a single splotch of red leaking down from her pussy, where the reporter had just torn through her hymen. Lois sought for what to do, what to say.

"You shave," was all Lois could manage, staring down at the smooth, bald pussy being spread open by her dick.

"N-no. I have to use my heat vision," the naked superhero was flushed with embarrassment, lust, pain, and excitement all rolled into one. Lois knew how she felt. "With a curved piece of metal from my spaceship and a mirror. It can be real tricky, and it smells like burnt hair for hours. I-I like yours, though."

"I keep it trimmed," Lois said, thinking of her neat little black bush, little more than a triangle. Inspiration struck her. "Do you masturbate?"

The blonde Kryptonian got even redder. "I...I don't call it that. But yes, sometimes."

"How do you do it?" The reporter rubbed her superass gently, rocking back and forth, trying not to move her cock too much. The beeping of the machines had stopped, and the room was very quiet...quiet enough that they could hear each other breathe, holding each other close, almost nipple-to-nipple. "Tell me."

"I...don't look at people," Kara bit her lip. "With my X-ray vision. I mean I could, but I don't want to...you know, invade their privacy. But I can't stop hearing them. Sometimes at night when I can't sleep I just close my eyes and...let my hearing drift off...until I can hear someone...doing things. Sometimes it's two people making love, or just one person masturbating, but I can hear their excitement and I...start to touch myself."

Lois began, very slowly, to roll her hips. Still not really moving her cock in and out, but grinding the dick gently around Supergirl's pussy, watching her face for any sign of pain or discomfort. "Go on."

"When I g-get excited, I start to rub myself...down there," the blonde said.

"Your pussy," Lois breathed, feeling her pulse pick up. She started to move her hips a little faster, squeezing that ass as hard as she could.

"Y-yeah. That. And it feels good...real good, sometimes. I just lay there and make little circles, and then...then I get tired and stop. Go to sleep." Kara started to pant. "Sometimes I have really...naughty dreams after that."

"You've never cum," The reporter slid her hands down, to where the superheroine's thighs ran into her ass. She lifted her up, just a little. "Kara? I'm going to start moving now. If it hurts, just tell me and I'll stop, we can do something else."

"N-no," Supergirl urged her. "Please, keep...keep going. It's not bad now. I can take it."

Lois Lane planted a kiss on Supergirl's collarbone.

"Kara. This isn't like saving the planet. It's supposed to feel good. If it hurts..."

"You don't get it!" Kara leaned in and hugged the dickgirl close. "This is about saving the planet! The world needs a Superman...or Superwoman. If I don't...if we don't..." She struggled for words. "I want a baby."

Even a hardened reporter's heart could crack when the Last Daughter of Krypton begged to be impregnated.

"Okay Kara," Lois kissed the side of her neck. "Okay. Let's make a baby."