End: A Kryptonian's Ass Is Her Weak Point

"Kara," Lois Lane said quietly. "Have you ever played with your asshole?"

Not waiting for Supergirl's reply, Lois brought her fingers up to her mouth, coated them liberally with spit, and then slipped her right hand down between those perfect ass cheeks, finger sliding along the crack, the very tip of her index finger resting gently against the Last Sphincter of Krypton.

The reporter felt the young woman tense in her arms, her pulse quicken, the superhuman heart beating against her chest, the pussy clenching tighter around Lois Lane's hard cock.

"Th-that's dirty!" Supergirl hissed.

"Nothing about you could ever be dirty, love," Lois said in all seriousness. She knew that Kara could tell a lie, and the success of this vital mission—knocking Supergirl up—depended entirely on telling the truth.

"In fact, it can be quiet....erotic," Lois pressed gently against the soft, warm pucker. It was always amazing to her that the flesh would was proof against bullets and lasers could flex like any other, but the reporter knew she was no match against Kara's anal muscles. "Why don't you...relax a little."

"I don't...I don't...I've never done anything like that..." Kara sounded nervous, scared...and excited.

"Do you trust me, darling?" Lois asked, feeling the superheart flutter at the word.

"Yes..."

"Do you really want a baby? A superboy or supergirl to call your own?"

The blonde looked Lois in the eyes, perfect blue eyes clear and sincere.

"More than anything."

"Then let me in, baby," Lois kissed the tip of Supergirl's nose. "Let me make you feel good."

The Kryptonian said nothing...but Lois felt the asshole relax subtly under her fingers. Carefully, slowly, the dickgirl's finger rubbed and circled the asshole, pressing a little more with each rotation. All the while, Lois and Kara were face to face, and the reporter heard and felt the little gasps as the reporter pressed a little harder...and harder...

...and then she was in.

Lois Lane left her finger there, letting the Supergirl get used to it. Her left hand moved down to Kara's clit, rubbing gently at the erect nub. The young woman's face turned a deeper shade of red against the double ****, and Lois knew her climax was approach...a little more...

She pressed the finger in, just to the second phalanx. Circled it around gently, while still rubbing that clit, watching the irises of Supergirl's eyes slowly grow wider...

"Do you like it?" Lois breathed, close enough that her lips were almost on Kara's own.

"It feels weird. Not...not bad..."

"Do you want me to go deeper?" Lois pressed harder on the clit.

"I...I guess..."

Slow, slow, slowly did the reporter slip the finger in, all the way to the knuckle. If Kara clenched even for a moment, Lois knew she could lose her entire finger. But she was rubbing, pressing...and felt the rigid heat of her cock, still pumping away inside the Snatch of Steel.

"Do you feel that?" Lois whispered.

"I feel it."

"It's good, isn't it? I bet you wish Superman could fuck you this way."

"Kal..." Supergirl leaned forward, resting her chin on Lois Lane's shoulder, crushing the reporter to her.

"Imagine it's him, baby." Lois said. "Imagine it was him fucking you right now. Playing with your ass. He wants you to cum. To fuck a baby into your belly. to continue the species..."

Lois was pulling her finger in and out now, fucking Kara's ass, her thumb was pinned against the hard clit and trying to vibrate as hard as it could. The reporter could feel the young woman shiver, so close to her orgasm, so close...

"But Lois," Kara was crying again, warm tears falling on the reporter's shoulder. "I don't want to be fucked by Superman. I like girls. I...I like being fucked by you!"

Something melted inside Lois Lane. Something clicked. She felt the tears in her own eyes, heart going out to this lost young woman she was fucking up the cunt and ass at the same time.

"I love you too, Kara," Lois said. "Now cum for me."

And she pressed her finger in as far and hard as she could...and that did it.

Supergirl's self-control was the thing of heroes. Any lesser lover would have crushed Lois to **** in the throes of their first climax. And there were times as the young woman mewled and clutched that Lois thought something inside her would break. She heard bones creak, and there was a terrible suction within that superpussy, the cervix sucking up sperm as though it was creating a vacuum inside of her, the whole of her prick being sucked even deeper inside of her.

It took several minutes for Supergirl to relax enough to let go of Lois Lane. The reporter fell backwards on the bed, and Kara curled up beside her. Her hair smelled like clothes dried in wind and sunshine, clean and unsullied.

"Do you think it worked?" Kara whispered.

"It can take a few days to find out," Lois Lane said. Her cock hurt. Her legs were half-asleep. She really wanted to wash her hands. And she loved the simple warmth emanating from the young superwoman beside her. "But we don't have to wait to try again..."

Somewhere in the world beyond the hospital bed, Lex Luthor was studying his experimental data. Superman was saving the world. Four lost women were finding themselves, one cock at a time. The wild night wore on. But for two lovers, it was not over...not yet.