End: Supergirl Lets Lois Fuck Her

"You should fuck her," Supergirl said, then blushed and covered her mouth. "I mean...you know, impregnate her."

Lois Lane blinked. "Are you sure? I mean, I know we haven't really had time to talk about our relationship, but I don't want to be...unfaithful."

The blonde leaned over and kissed the dickgirl reporter on the cheek. "And I love you for that. But right now, I think Maxima needs your help...and to be honest I'm kind of...excited at the idea of watching you two do it."

Supergirl blushed furiously. Lois could feel her own heart melt. How was it possible not to fall in love with a young woman that wanted to watch you fuck someone else.

"So we are agreed!" Maxima said, eagerly. "Good! Excellent! Not that I would have taken no for an answer anyway. Now..."

"Now," Lois said. "If you want my dick, we're going to do this my way. Drop your pants and face the wall."

Maxima's voice opened to protest...but Lois Lane fixed her with such a steely stare that whatever rejoinder she had died unsaid.

She pressed some hidden catch on her alien dress, and the whole of her "bathing suit" retracted into a slim golden belt that hugged her hips, leaving her breasts and crotch exposed. The reporter was not surprised to find that the queen of Alderac was both a natural red-head, but found to her surprise that Maxima kept her bush neatly trimmed into a small strip, about two inches wide that ran from about an inch above her pubis all the way down her labia, leaving the sides shaven but leaving the lips themselves with a fuzzy appearance.

Lois rose from the bed. She tugged at her cock, and found that it was still hard. Misgivings gnawed at her guts...but Kara grabbed the reporter's arm and drew her close, those soft lips just brushing her ear as she told her lover:

"Fuck her good, Lois. I want to see her cum."

The young woman's face was beet red, just from saying that. Lois nodded gravely, her own heart fluttering.

She could see the lines of tense muscle in Maxima's back. The dickgirl remembered what it was like for herself, facing the prospect of sex after a long dry spell. The reporter took a deep breath and let it out, forcing herself to be calm.

Her hand touched Maxima in the middle of her back, and fell slowly down the spine. The woman didn't shiver at her touch, but Lois could tell she wanted to.

"Spread your legs, Max," she said. The alien queen complied. Lois let her fingers fall down the crack of her ass, felt the warm heat from the hard muscles, and then slipped over the pussy lips. There was a little moisture, but not much.

"It'll hurt if I go in dry," Lois told her. "Bend over, against the wall."

With studied nonchalance that sought to cover her eagerness, Maxima did as she was told.

"I've never...done this," she admitted, as Lois dropped to one knee. "We were taught that sex was for procreation. Schooled in all manner of techniques...but not...that."

Lois leaned forward, pressing her mouth against the bared pussy. The strip of hair on the fuzzy clam tickled her face as her tongue ran over the sensitive pink slit, then pushed the lips apart to lap at the soft, slightly bitter insides. The reporter wasn't trying to push her tongue too deep...just to get the woman's juices flowing...holding onto her legs for support. When she felt those perfect muscular thighs tremble, and heard the soft pants of the alien's breathing, the dickgirl knew that she was ready.

The dickgirl rose like the ascent of man. Her cock felt more powerful than a locomotive. It slid into the tight, moistened sheath like some well-oiled piece of machinery. And it wasn't prepared to stop until she had pressed Maxima's tits against the wall, pushing the ass up in little mounds as the reporter's hips ground into her.

"How does it feel?" Supergirl asked. Lois turned to look at her. Her lover had her legs spread, two fingers playing with her cum-filled pussy.

"Not as tight as you. Different. Good. But...different." The reporter put her hands on Maxima's hips. "You want this dick, don't you?"

"Yes," the redhead breathed. "Please, fuck me."

"No," Lois said. "We're going to fuck each other. Together. Move your hips. Slowly. Get used to my size. Then, when you're ready...we'll go faster."

Maxima grunted. The room filled with the wet schlap-schlap-schlap of cock in cunt. The almost silent panting as Supergirl fingered herself. Lois strove to stay on task, feeling that point of pressure building inside of her with each swing of the hips, the load she was getting ready to blow deep into Maxima's womb. But she wanted the alien queen to cum first. Wanted Supergirl to see it, as she seeded their intrusive guest. To share that moment with her.

So the reporter's hand slid down, searching for and finding the little clit, buried in its soft cave amid the wiry red hair. Her mouth planted kisses along the queen's back, pressing her lips hard against the skin and sucking. As a superhuman, it was doubtful that Lois could raise a hickey...but she tried, oh she tried, and Maxima was responding, urging her on and on...

"Ah! Right there, right there yes, please, harder, faster that's it, that's the spot, yes...yes please, I'm so close..."

That was when Lois began to jackhammer into her. The pale hands with their perfectly-manicured nails began to dig into the wall as the reporter's cock was reduced to a pale blur between her legs. Maxima began to grunt, and then to exhale a series of longer and longer wordless moans, until her "aah aaah aaaahs" became an endless scream. Sweat dripped off Lois, the friction almost burning her dick as she slammed her hips hard enough into the ass in front of her to make it ripple. Her fingers attacked the queen's clit without mercy, and within minutes she could feel the walls tighten around her cock until they threatened to squeeze it off.

All the time, as Maxima clawed at the wall, tearing off chunks of plaster and scoring long lines in the cinder block beneath, she continued to pound away. She fucked the alien queen straight through her orgasm and out onto the other side, as Maxima pressed her flushed face against the wall, panting and heaving.

Then, and only then, did Lois cum.

"Here comes your baby," the reporter whispered, and pushed deep one final time with all of her strength. The **** actually pressed the superheroine's stomach into the wall, and she threw back her head in exhaustion as the reporter's Kryptonian seed blasted deep into her belly. Somewhere behind her, she heard Supergirl moan loudly.

Insemination complete.

Lois Lane took two steps back. Maxima dropped onto her knees, a sea of white spilling out of her.

"Thank you," the queen said.

"Thank Kara," Lois told her. She looked down at her cock and winced. It was soft now, but red and swollen, with red striations around the head, and dark purple indentations around the base. Fucking superwomen was no joke.

"If it...doesn't take," Maxima said. "Can I...see you again?"

Lois Lane sat down on the bed next to Supergirl.

"Ask my girlfriend," the reporter told her. Supergirl leaned over and wrapped her in a rib-crunching hug, holding her so tight that the reporter could hardly breathe.

That was something that Lois Lane would never have thought, at the beginning of this night out, that she would ever say. Yet here she was, and having said it, realized that she felt good for having said it. There was a lot that the future might hold...but as she saw the sun dawn over Metropolis through the hole that Maxima had busted in the wall, she felt herself oddly optimistic about the future. Her long night out was over, and the new day was just beginning.